The Tower of Babel appeared out of thin air on the top of Buzhou Mountain, which made all the cultivators who had climbed to the top of Buzhou Mountain desperate.

Although the Tower of Babel is smooth and difficult to climb, it is more than a step easier than flying for 33 days out of thin air.

When Li Mu and the three of them went through hardships and finally came to thirty-three days away, they saw a quaint Taoist hall with blue bricks and red tiles from a distance.

stepped forward through the half-hidden Zhu Gate, and saw that the furnishings in the palace were simple and not very exquisite.

In the small courtyard, there are only a few old green bamboo trees arranged crookedly.

A half-asleep old Taoist slowly opened his eyes, it was Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

Hongjun saw that the three of them were dusty, their faces were like withered, but they didn't have half of the charm around them.

It is known that although their hearts to the Tao are firm, their talents are just ordinary.

There were people who had cultivated higher than these people before, and all of them were folded in the wind thirty-three days away.

Hongjun couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Lord True God once taught that luck is also a kind of cultivation, and these three people did have a great opportunity to be protected by Lord God himself.

Or not......

Hongjun Daozu stretched out his withered old hand, pointed to the futon of His Highness, and said, "Wait and sit down." ”

Li Mu hesitated a little, Dao Ancestor was in front, how could he sit in peace?

Mingshan Dao people also thought like this, and they didn't dare to step forward.

Only the reed is fearless.

He let out a baboon-like smirk, and instead of stepping forward, he found a second futon and sat down.

Li Mu and Mingshan glanced at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, so they had to step forward as well.

They saluted Hongjun and sat on the first and third futons.

Not long after the three of them sat down, several more people climbed up from the Tower of Babel.

When they saw that the Dao Ancestor was lying high, the three loose cultivators who were not high in cultivation sat on the futon by themselves, and they were all disdainful, and they did not go to sit on the futon, but stood aside respectfully.

Seeing that the people had almost arrived, Hongjun stood up upright and said to a stone on the top of the rockery on the side: "Go and close the door." ”

The originally ordinary stone, when he heard the words, immediately grew hands, feet, ears and nose, and turned into a boy in an instant.

However, this boy is obviously not as lucky as the boy and virgin in Zhang Zifan's previous life.

In the mythology of the previous life, the boy and virgin of Hongjun Ancestor was called Haotian Yaochi, and later became the lord of the heavenly court.

But the Hongjun hand-picked by Zhang Zifan obviously has a relatively low level of education, so his boy's name is Shi Ritian.

Shi Ritian stared at the black eyeballs, jumped off the rockery and was about to close the door, when suddenly two huge bald heads squeezed in from the crack in the door, shining.

Hongjun raised his eyelids, and his sharp gaze looked at the two of them like substance.

"The disciple has seen Teacher Hongjun!"

Wu Du Zen Master and Baoshu Living Buddha seemed to be unconscious, and made a Buddha salute towards Hongjun and stood aside.

In terms of cultivation, Wu Du devoured a part of the merit and divine power of the Ji Xuanhua form, so he was the strongest in the field except for Hongjun.

However, Xihe Niuzhou is far away, and Zen Master Wu Du and Baoshu Living Buddha came from the east of Xihe Niuzhou, and they have eaten and slept all the way, and the road is far more than the other scattered cultivators present, so it is long overdue.

Since I said that anyone who is destined can come to learn the Tao, it is not easy for Hongjun to drive away the two, otherwise it will be against the original intention of the true god.

Hongjun waved his sleeves and said, "Find a place and prepare to listen." ”

Wu Du and Baoshu have been chased and killed by Ji Xuan for tens of thousands of years, and they have long been extremely agile.

When the two heard this, they hurriedly squeezed forward and occupied the fourth and fifth seats.

The others looked at the last futon, but they all humbled themselves.

In their minds, listening to the sermon is about understanding, and whether they sit comfortably or not is just a matter of not worrying.

But there are also people who don't think so, they just get in the way.

"Brother Zhou, please!"

"Brother Wang, it's better for you to sit!"

"You sit, you sit!"

"Hey, you sit down!"

Bang!

Several people stepped forward at the same time and collided together.

At this moment, a milky white streamer from the sky flew rapidly towards Zixiao Palace.

"Teacher, wait for me!"

Hongjun raised his head, revealing a satisfied look.

People come to drive thousands of miles, and their skills should be the first among everyone.

Not right either!

Hongjun thought about it, it seems that there is someone else, whose strength is probably not weaker than this person.

But, who is it?

Hongjun felt as if he had forgotten something.

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Tibetan dumplings cooked Li Zhuang's white meat, smelled it, and spoke with relish.

He came late from the backyard with a crockpot.

Tibetan dumplings are a generous person who likes to share food with others.

The crockpot he was holding was full of fatty pork.

And the essence of it lies in the thick soup made from the spiritual spring.

The delicacy of the pork fat, combined with the lusciousness of the spiritual spring, was simmered in a simmer for 7749 days.

A whole pool of spiritual spring was finally condensed into a small clay pot.

The thick flavor of such a thick soup makes people want to stop it.

Tibetan dumplings carefully hold the clay pot, and their hearts are full of joy to be able to share such a beautiful wine with others.

Suddenly, a disgusting breath came from the sky.

Zang Tuanzi raised his head, and his small eyes showed great doubt.

"Get out of the way!"

In the midst of a milky white streamer, a Taoist with a sharp-beaked monkey gills and old age spots let out an angry roar.

This man is the Styx River Man.

Although he was unlucky when he ascended, he was thrown by the system to the northern club Luzhou, where birds don't.

However, in the face of adversity, Styx unexpectedly discovered a milky white ocean in Beiju Luzhou.

This ocean is not only rich in nutrients, but can nourish the Dao body of the River Styx, so that he will not be afraid of hunger.

It took tens of thousands of years for the River Styx to quench millions of milk god doppelgangers in this milky white ocean, claiming that the milk sea is not dry and the River Styx is not dead.

With such a skill, he didn't take other immortals other than Hongjun Dao Ancestor into account.

Today, he did not go to the Tower of Heaven, but controlled the Milky Light Divine Power to go straight up for thirty-three days, just to show his skills to Hongjun Dao Ancestor, in order to become the first disciple of Dao Ancestor.

However, Styx's plan was doomed to fail.

It's not because Hongjun Dao Ancestor already has a big disciple, Turbidity Nine Yin.

In fact, the very forgetful old thief Hongjun has forgotten that he has a Jiaolong apprentice.

The real reason why the Styx plan fell through was that he chose the wrong stepping stone for the throne.

The River Styx has the sea of milk, and self-cultivation has great magical powers.

Tibetan dumplings also got the yellow spiritual spring, and the blessing was profound, and the cultivation was profound.

In the face of the fierce light of the Stygian River, the Tibetan Tuanzi did not retreat.

Not only did he not retreat, but he also turned his body around and faced the enemy with his hips.

Po –

A muffled sound, not the imaginary sound of steel intersecting.

At a faster speed than when he flew in, Styx was bounced out by the buttocks of the Tibetan Danzi Immortal and crashed into an ordinary female cultivator who was eating melons and watching the play.

Where could this female cultivator catch such a big impact, the whole person was knocked out and flew out, and it happened to land on the futon, spitting blood.

"Lose my seat!"

"Pay me for the soup!"

Styx and Kurako stood up at the same time, glaring at each other.

I saw that the clay pot in Zang Tuanzi's arms had already broken a hole, and the delicious thick soup flowed out of the clay pot with a bang.

The thick soup fell to the ground, and the flowers and grass grew in an instant, generating countless elixirs.

This is enough to see how nourishing those thick soups are, but they are all so violent at this time.

Zang Tuanzi beat his chest and stomped his feet, frustrated.

It turned out that at the moment when the two intersected, Styx was certainly bounced off by the buttocks of the Tibetan Danzi Daisen, but in an instant, he released hundreds of milk god doppelgangers and attacked towards the Tibetan Danzi to cushion the power.

Although these milk god clones are not lethal, they are very good at burrowing into the enemy's weak points due to their tadpole-like special structure.

Even with a thick body like Kura Danzi, it can't block it all.

A clone of the milk god who slipped through the net crossed the squeaky nest of the Tibetan dango and broke the crockpot he was holding in his arms.

"No noise in the place of preaching!"

At this time, Hongjun gently shook off the floating dust.

An irresistible force separated the two.

Zang Tuanzi stared at the River Styx viciously with mung bean eyes: "You and I should not share the sky!"

Styx was stared at by him, but he still raised his head and snorted coldly, ignoring it.

Hongjun sighed, the two potential newcomers he valued the most became enemies by mistake.

I looked at the top of the futon, three weak chicken beggars, two bald donkeys with ghosts, and an ordinary female cultivator who kept spinning 365 degrees in her mouth......

Hongjun felt that he was ...... It's too hard......

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Today's class reunion, there is only one shift, sorry.